The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

Where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats - and one always secretes too much jelly.

Night had come—night that she loved of all times, night in which the reflections in the dark pool of the mind shine more clearly than by day.

And it was awfully strange, he thought, how she still had the power, as she came tinkling, rustling, still had the power as she came across the room, to make the moon, which he detested, rise at Bourton on the terrace in the summer sky.

There was no freedom in life, and certainly there was none in death.